Free Will & Patrick Fight Their Feelings (#4) by Leta Blake, Alice Griffiths Page A

tremble. “Really?”
    “Yes, but with breath play, you won’t be talking.”
    Will grabs his cock through his underwear and moans softly.
    “If you can’t talk, that puts a lot more responsibility in my hands. I’ll monitor you closely, but you still need a safe way out. Anytime you can’t talk, you can make this noise: uh-uh-uh. Are you comfortable with that?”
    “Yes.” Will runs his hands over Patrick’s legs, brushing the hair the wrong way. “Please.” Reaching Patrick’s boxer briefs, he skims his hand up to the bulge and grips Patrick’s dick. “You want this too?”
    “Yes.”
    “You don’t think it’s degrading?”
    Patrick goes still. “Do you feel degraded?”
    “No.”
    But there’s something still worrying Will. He can sense it. “Did you ask Ryan for these things?”
    Will shakes his head. Then he shrugs. “He thought everything was degrading. It’s why he didn’t want to—” He shakes his head again. “I don’t want to talk about him.”
    Neither does Patrick. Still, it needs to be said. “There’s nothing degrading about anything you want us to do sexually.” He thumbs Will’s chin again. “Because we’re two consenting adults who know what we want.”
    Will moves closer and nuzzles Patrick’s neck. Stroking Will’s back, Patrick tries to breathe. His blood sings and his cock leaks. He wants to slide his hand into his pants and jerk off on Will’s sweet, shy face, but no. He’s going to do exactly what Will wants and give him what he’s secretly craved.
    Will sits up and takes a deep breath, letting it out shakily. “I’m ready. How do we…?”
    “Let’s just practice. See what you think.”
    Will swallows, eyes widening. “Yes. All right. Yeah.”
    “Okay. Remember: uh-uh-uh.” Patrick puts one hand on the back of Will’s neck and covers his mouth with the other. “Say it.”
    “Uh-uh-uh.”
    Patrick slides his hand away. “Perfect. Now like this.” He covers Will’s mouth again, but this time pinches off his nose too. “Say it.”
    “Uh-uh-uh.”
    “That’s good. Perfect.” He releases Will immediately.
    Will’s pupils are blown wide. “Do it again. Please.”
    “Puddin’-pop, you’re so pretty when you beg.” He kisses Will’s soft lips hard and fast. “Ready?” At Will’s nod, he covers his wet mouth and pinches off his nose. In his head, he starts a slow count: one-Mississippi, two-Mississippi…
    Will’s pulse pounds visibly in this throat and his irises are nearly swallowed by the black wells of his pupils. Patrick leans forward and kisses his neck, his jaw, and breathes in his ear. “Good job. You’re amazing.”
    Will moans gently.
    “A little longer.” Patrick holds on a bit more before letting go. “Good job.”
    Will sucks in a breath, his lashes falling over his eyes. “Oh my God,” he whispers, his body going limp, all tension drained out of him. He leans forward and lets Patrick hold him.
    Patrick relaxes too. He strokes a hand over Will’s shoulders and through his hair. “Good. You did great.”
    Will whimpers softly.
    “Again?”
    Will nods.
    “Longer this time?”
    “Uh-huh. Lot longer.”
    Patrick slides his hands into place and Will’s lashes lower and then rise again. Counting, he gazes into the vulnerable depths of Will’s eyes. He kisses them closed, and then buries his nose in the hair at Will’s temples, breathing him in. Will’s big enough and strong enough he could break free easily, but he doesn’t fight or move. It twists Patrick’s heart how Will trusts him, how he lets him have this without even a hint of a fight. Patrick feels the moment Will’s body tenses, instinctively seeking breath, and still Will doesn’t pull away.
    “So good, puddin’-pop. You are so good.” Patrick wants to tell him the truth. He wants to whisper in his ear, confess the words he’s terrified to even think. If Will can give him this, maybe he can trust Will with his—
    No.
    “That’s good.” Patrick